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"I don't know, I've forgotten how I felt after eating that book, and that's what happened."

"Why didn't you continue writing after that?"

Su Weiyu said nothing, she felt that this was a question that should not be answered.

The reason why she did not continue writing was because she turned the world into a "book".

It is not a book in the physical sense, but a text, a type of text that is not attached to any paper or carrier.

She couldn't explain that kind of power clearly. The knowledge that allowed her to do all this has been completely forgotten after she left the world in the book, because in reality she did not eat "The Season of the Falling Stars" .

She could only rely on the existing clues of divine law to deduce that the book contained a power that could make people want to turn the world into a book, and could give such terrifying power to those who ate the book.

If this is the case, if someone eats the Bureau's "Season of Falling Stars", can they directly compress the world they live in into a book?

She couldn't imagine it.

"You will always answer. The only difference is whether you answer or your possibility answers. This is a book affected by the rules of the horse in the forest. Everything you experience now will revolve around making this book complete. As you go along, if you don't answer, then your other possibilities will make up for it.

Lin Zhongma will choose the one with the strongest desire to answer this question among all your possibilities to supplement the question I asked. The reason why I want you to answer it is that I just hope that the style of the preface and postscript can be unified. "

Su Weiyu still didn't answer. She didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false. If Anonymous was trying to trick her, answering honestly would fulfill his wish. If what he said was true...then should she answer it? , which actually makes no sense.

Since the other party would get an answer in the end, Su Weiyu would rather go against him. He wanted to make his style consistent, but he refused to let it go.

"Sometimes, not answering is also an answer." The anonymous young man said.

In reality, the entire book has been completed, and Anonymous has also read the last part of the postscript, and obtained another possible answer to Su Weiyu.

This made Anonymous feel extremely regretful. Although he got a very rich answer, the other possible Su Weiyu was obviously better at playing with words than the real Su Weiyu. Just one question gave a very detailed answer. interpretation, with a lot of personal opinions attached.

It is described in the postscript:

[Faced with the question, Su Weiyu did not answer, but if there was a possibility of her answering, then she would definitely say this: "I turned the world into a book. Have you heard of Hamlet and Shakespeare?"

I am referring to the rumor that the identities of the two have been swapped. Hamlet is the author, and Shakespeare is the character created by Hamlet. He used the power of the magic poem to complete the swap between the fictional character and reality. Shakespeare became a real character, and Hamlet It becomes a character in a novel.

The power of that book is somewhat similar to this. I also turned reality into fiction. The law of eating books and that book gave me this power to be close to gods. At least I did it in the book, so my story ends. , life also comes to an end there. ”]

When Anonymous saw these words, he felt very, very uneasy.

This answer was very interesting, really very interesting, and it completely aroused his interest, and since the preface and postscript cannot lie, this was an absolutely sincere answer, but Anonymous still felt uneasy.

Although there is no evidence that "Su Weiyu who wants to answer the most" is setting him up, as a true literary giant, Anonymous is aware of the existence of writing techniques.

This Su Weiyu is like a seasoned writer, using narrative tricks to induce his thinking.

What she threw out was not the information she wanted to express in her heart, but the information he wanted to see as a reader. The short reply brought such a strong attraction that he was completely immersed in it.

He even said that even though he felt it was bad to be immersed in the other person's narrative, he couldn't think of a reason not to be immersed in it.

Look! What fun things she said!

Hamlet and Shakespeare! In current history, there is an insurmountable peak among the many believers in magic poetry, and the power that rivals or even surpasses them is hidden in the book within the book. It is difficult not to arouse countless associations in people.

And why is there such a magical book in a book that is not supposed to have any supernatural powers?

The intervention of the Divine Law and Su Weiyu's transparent physique is understandable by Anonymous, but where is the source of the power of this strange book?

Totally suspicious.

"Is this the end? How disappointing." Anonymous let out a hoarse sigh from deep in his throat.

In the subsequent postscript, as a young man, he talked about loneliness with Su Weiyu.

This is the subject that Anonymous is most interested in, but unfortunately, the book-eating law ruins the discussion of this subject.

Because of the existence of the divine law of eating books, Su Weiyu, after leaving the main text, has forgotten many of the experiences she gained through eating books. This makes the customized life that should be extremely real become riddled with holes in her memory. Tattered.

In Su Weiyu's deep heart, everything was blurred, and only the most superficial instinctual emotions remained with deep impressions, such as her almost pathological possessiveness towards her sister.

Anonymous recalled everything he had just seen, put down the water glass, and shook his head in disappointment.

In his last attempt in the human world, he wanted to use this last bit of time to write a book that explores the most profound limits of loneliness so far.

But obviously, he failed to see the deepest and most profound realm of human nature.

However, this little regret will not have any impact on the evaluation of him by future generations.

Before the great cause of naming, this was just a small game, a pastime to kill free time before waiting for the most critical results to appear.

He estimated that the outside world must have been in chaos, and the Control Bureau must be running around to stop him.

The method of naming is rarely known, but the top leaders of the Control Bureau must know it, and will never tell the people below this method, because naming is a risk that the Control Bureau cannot control, and the leakage of the method will greatly increase the probability of naming.

However, he will not underestimate the Control Bureau, the behemoth that can still defeat a group of extraordinary organizations in shackles. Anyone who underestimates it will be ruthlessly suppressed and wiped out by it.

The Control Bureau must be able to think of a way to "cheat" employees with other reasons to prevent him from being promoted to the Nominal Rank.

And it has already done so.

The Control Bureau may still think that he can't see it.

In fact, as long as you analyze the conditions for nomination, you can see through the Control Bureau's scheme.

There are two prerequisites for nomination. One is the sacrificial material, which is also the branch fragments of the Seven-branched Historical Tree, or other sacrificial offerings of the same precious value.

The other condition is that the ascender must have enough ability to show his deep understanding of the corresponding authority to the gods he belongs to, and gain recognition under the attention of the proxy.

Needless to say, if he is incapable, even if he collects qualified sacrifices, it will be useless, and the Control Bureau will not be stupid enough to think that he is incapable of gaining the recognition of the proxy.

If he guessed correctly, the Control Bureau must be trying its best to prevent him from meeting the first condition.

The reflection world protects civilians, and the ultimatum clears the rebels. These two seemingly protective measures actually hide a deeper intention, which is to plunder those fragment holders who come to this city first!

Because of Jin Fenglong's human body, the extraordinary gathering has attracted a large number of seven-branch fragment owners to this city. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any capable ascender.

In most cases, quasi-ascendants like him who have the ability but suffer from lack of materials have difficulty in collecting suitable sacrificial materials for the rest of their lives, just like scientists who know how to make nuclear bombs, but have no corresponding Shangbei, and raw materials such as uranium-235 and plutonium-239.

But in this advent of the divine law, the materials are enough, the only difference is who can make a nuclear bomb first and then detonate it!

Although the control bureau's order to those finishers is to kill him as a writer.

But in fact, the sweep of the ultimatum is the most important step.

The Control Bureau wanted to occupy the abundant raw materials in advance so that these "nuclear bomb experts" would not be able to make nuclear bombs in the end due to insufficient materials.

The writer sorted out these obvious pros and cons, and the corners of his mouth, which were wrinkled like torn rice paper, slowly raised a small arc.

"I am really underestimated. Because I am good at writing, no one cares what job I did before I started writing?"

He is a quasi-ascendant selected by the Book Eater. The Book Eater God Law is his greatest reliance for him to exert his own abilities.

When the idealists who claimed to be the guardians of the world were killing desperately to seize the seven-branch fragments, he had already given up this approach.

His goal was not those fragments at all, but Jin Fenglong!

The name of that human god has been wiped out by the great Book Eater to the point of existence and non-existence, and the last part of the participation is hidden somewhere in this city.

The Control Bureau should protect him strictly.

But it doesn't matter. They can't imagine that he didn't make a nuclear bomb at all, but was rubbing a rifle. As long as he could make a rifle first, he could kill all the other competitors who were still working hard.

It doesn't matter if the materials are taken first. Whoever can have the greatest violence before the time is up will be the final winner.

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Although others think that he is a writer, in fact, no one knows the importance of a strong fist better than him.

As a quasi-ascendant who has long been able to ascend, Anonymous knows very well that collecting enough seven-branch fragments to ascend is a huge luck project, even in Jiangbo City where extraordinary people gather.

But it is not difficult to collect enough fragments to perform a named-level forbidden ritual.

For example, now he has collected it.

And the rifle he wants to make is almost made by him.

Anonymous left the desk with both hands, grabbed the wheels on both sides of the wheelchair, slowly turned the direction, and slid towards the crystal coffin next to the desk.

He stopped in front of the crystal coffin and looked proudly at the woman lying inside.

The woman who looked like Shangguan Yan was sleeping peacefully.

Now, the four key elements are complete, and only the last one is left, and success is only one step away.

Even Anonymous himself did not think that everything would go so smoothly, and he did not think that the woman called "witch" had such a big secret behind her.

Even if it was just a poor imitation, it actually exuded a breath that was similar to the name.

And unlike the named human body, it is not a downgraded named aura, but an aura that has been achieved but deliberately suppressed.

There is such a potential hidden danger inside the Control Bureau, so the resistance that the Control Bureau can cause to him is probably even smaller.

Anonymous looked at the face of "Shangguan Yan" covered with sutures, and a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"I thought of it, I'll call you Eve."

Anonymous gave his creation a name.

When thinking of this name, Anonymous did not care about the meaning of Eve, a mythical figure.

He thought of the creator of Eve.

He is the creator of Eve.

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Xia Shou was breathing heavily, and there was a huge wound on his chest, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound.

What happened?

This was the first thought that came to Xia Shou's mind, and he had no idea what happened.

First of all, it was a sneak attack, and the opponent's sneak attack was so fast that the scorpion spine could not react.

In addition, after the successful sneak attack, the opponent did not leave any traces for him to track the attacker's location. Even if he activated [Flash Kill] at the first moment of the attack, he did not exchange positions with the nearest living body.

[Flash Kill] has an effective range of 50 meters, so it is certain that even if the opponent is hiding nearby, he is not within 50 meters.

Xia Shou gritted his teeth and moved his chest muscles slightly, feeling the sharp pain from the wound.

His mirror clothes were not damaged at all, but there was indeed a wound on his chest under the clothes. He could clearly feel the shape of the pain and the warm blood that was constantly flowing out of the wound.

The opponent seemed to be using an attack similar to hitting the bull from behind the mountain.

So, where is the person?

Where exactly?

Xia Shou's temples throbbed, and his eyes rolled around like crazy, scanning the shadows of the streets, the blind spots of road signs, the roofs of buildings, and the windows of office buildings, trying to find a suspicious shadow from any place 50 meters away.

But there was no.

Nothing.

There were constant sounds of explosions and fighting in the distance, and the roar of dragons could be vaguely heard, but these sounds were far away from him. The street he was on was as silent as a grave.

The only thing that could be confirmed at present was that the opponent had a long-range ability to attack from 50 meters away, and it could also hurt people through clothes.

It seemed that this person had a certain understanding of his [Mirror Magic].

"It's really going to kill me." Xia Shou began to sweat profusely.

He was the least good at dealing with this kind of opponent hiding in the dark. Even if he put on the mask of desire and used [Owl Crying and Blood Boiling], he might not be able to successfully kill the opponent. After all, it was possible that the opponent was no longer nearby and had already run out of the range where the bird could be heard.

The situation at this moment gave Xia Shou a sense of déjà vu.

The fear he and Edward had when they were attacked on the pedestrian street came back at this moment.

Moreover, unlike the last time, this time he did not [seek death by himself], could not see the dead end, and had no chance to start over.